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Finally Unwilling Real one: I guess I've never "technically" been a completely unwilling toilet slave. The closest I'd come is when Monica "forced" me to eat Sarah's shit. But I crawled underneath Sarah and. I will never forget how Sarah's turd curled back up in the air like a fish hook. The stink, that foul stench... Ugh... That fucking fart... We went a rough patch, Monica and I, but we've really come through it stronger. Because of that night where Monica made me eat Sarah's shit, because of every ground rule we laid down, we are better off. All of that said, Monica is still as cruel as ever. Part of what I'm writing about today is my own fault, too. In "The Outhouse" I wrote about Kaelyn, someone that I told Monica I'd write about for her in a scenario I'd dreamt up. Monica has given me a few ideas for stories and likes to pick the models for whom the story will be centered around. Usually I come up with the idea, but The Outhouse was kind of a mix. We talk about this stuff often and think about what the women would be like if we ever spotted an opportunity to, um... "Collaborate".... We've talked about how one person might fart more or how some girls would take long shits and others would barely sit down long enough for their dump to stink before running out. Kaelyn was someone we spent an hour or more discussing. "She would fart like a god damn horse. I bet she farts like a horse," Monica kept repeating through her sips of wine. "No way, she probably gives you just one tiny little turd." "She gives YOU one tiny turd, I'm not eating no shit! Hahaha." I topped off Monica's glass, "Well lucky for me, I don't think I have to worry about it. She definitely doesn't seem the type." "Oh you'd be surprised," Monica leans back, "I bet you I could get her to, um... Fill up that mouth. haha. Whether you want it or not, I bet I could get her to just sit above you and shit. We'd find out if you'd really enjoy being unwilling and we'd find out if she farts real big or if she's more of a pooper. Hahaha." "You don't usually get someone who is both. They usually just poop or fart more, right?" "Now I wanna know! Does she poop or fart more. And would she use an unwilling toilet slave? hahaha." I was nervous, "Well let's not necessarily try for it, ok?" "Ok, sweetie," Monica said as she stood up and went to bed. And that was it. The end of a good night. I went to bed. Now that was months ago. I forgot about it pretty much. I always know now when Monica expects me to eat shit. We talk about it beforehand and she gives me at least 24 hours notice. I get sick every time I eat shit, so I like to prep myself for the inevitable. The other thing we discussed from our little feud was letting me know if something really weird is about to take place. Just shitting in my mouth? Fine, I don't need a ton of notice. Tying me down? Let me know. "I want to not only tie you down, but I want the toilet box to be set up over your face for a nicer experience. So you'll spend the night locked up and tied down. I want you to be a real fucking toilet for 24 hours, maybe longer." I've been a toilet for 72 hours before, if you'll recall. Plus, Monica had done this before, so I complied, but the next part was where things were different. "Oh! And no safe word. I want this to be an experience for both you and User. The experience that no matter what, regardless of outcome, I want you to be locked in." "You're not my User?" "No, I will be. But I also found... A friend." She left it cryptic, but I reiterated my major rule of no men using me, and she assured me this was a woman. I'm sure from the opening, you know where this is going... I got tied down and nothing really happened for a while. Monica came in and peed. She would shit in the morning for sure and probably once tonight. I heard Monica enter, but there was no lifting of my lid. She sat on the regular toilet and pissed. I heard her giggling. I asked, "What are you doing?" "Are you getting jealous? Want my pee?" She laughed. "No. I guess I was just confused is all." She wiped and then opened my lid. "Don't worry, I saved my fart for you." Her huge ass plunged me back into darkness and a very strong fart entered my world. Monica stood back up and closed the lid, leaving me to bake in the aroma of her gas. The morning rushed here and I opened my eyes when I smelled breakfast. It was definitely not something Monica cooked, but that of fast food and I heard a voice from the other room that was new. Of course you know who it was... Kaelyn... The door opened and Kaelyn was the one to lift the lid. She laughed, turning to Monica. Kaelyn seemed genuinely afraid, "I can't do this! This is too weird! No, I'll just use the other one and he'll just smell it instead... No!!! That's even too weird!!!" Monica spoke only to me, "Toilet, Kaelyn does not seem to understand that this is why you exist. Why do you exist?" "My whole of existence is for this one moment, Kaelyn. I live so that you may use me as your toilet this one time to prove your superiority over all others." Monica cleared her throat, "And..." I continued, "And you are so much better than me. Please use my mouth as your toilet. Please shit in my mouth. Please use-" Monica kicked me, "That's enough. So... Kaelyn... Do you want to eat that McDonald's and take a dump in his mouth?" She didn't say anything and looked down at me. Then she looked over to Monica and nodded, smiling through her embarrassment. While they walked away, I couldn't help but think about what kind of a dream Kaelyn is for toilet fetishists like us. She's skinny enough, but still has a belly. But her ASS!!! It's just so huge and so round. Her butt is shaped perfectly, but the size is just so massive. You'd think it was fake if you didn't see her, but it's definitely real. And now it was about to take a shit in my mouth. They sat outside the bathroom for what felt like hours, it probably was, actually... Monica came back in and looked down at me. "She's getting more into it, slave. I told her that it's better to go one extreme or the other. Either completely humiliate you verbally or pretend like you're not there. Both are brutal for you, but She'll be using you as her toilet so it's really pathetic either way. How does that feel?" I didn't get a chance to respond because Kaelyn entered and told Monica she REALLY had to go. The door shut and it was just Kaelyn and I. She stepped back over my body and looked down into the hole where my face sat. Her chins kind of bulked up as she smiled. I was getting the feeling that she was going to run with the route of silence. Kaelyn turned around and laughed. She pulled down her pants, but just remained standing. From my little hole I looked up at this bulbous ass that didn't jiggle with her laughter, but she bent over and put her face in her hands, exposing her pussy. Even bent over, I couldn't see her asshole because of the enormity of her ass cheeks. I could see where it will be located, though. It will be showing once she sits above me to turn me into her toilet. For now, though, I was just looking at a huge ass of a woman while she prepped herself mentally to do something horrible to another human being. She stood back up straight and said, "Oh god..." as she descended to her seat above me. Her ass cheeks spread apart and her asshole seemed to push very far out. What happened next was incredible in both size and stink. It started out slow... bbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPppppppppppppPPPPPUUUUUUUUUU It literally lasted over a minute. 60 seconds, and I honestly think it was longer. You probably feel like it lasts longer when it's your face being farted on, but I swear it was over 2 minutes. Monica said it was closer to a minute and a half she thinks, but fuck, man... That's a long ass fart to have blown in your face. Now I've take a LOT of farts to the face over the years. I've smelled some rotten gas and inhaled a lot of long farts. Corrin could fart anyone out of the water with just the sheer size of her farts. I won't go so far as to say it smelled as bad as Sarah's fart (that thing is forever in my brain as the worst smelling single fart of all time). And Brooke or Teri could have you in tears for days. Hell, I've smelled farts that would literally peel paint off the walls, and nothing really compares to what Kaelyn laid on my face. The hot air rolled over my face and with such force that I could literally feel her gas pushing against my skin. Most pre-shit farts are soupy and hot, they almost pour of the asshole while Kaelyn's rocketed towards my face with such force that I literally couldn't help but inhale her gas. I started coughing while trying to shake free. There was sooooooo much gas and the smell was that of pure shit. There was no fart smell, not rotten eggs or broccoli. It smelled like she shit on my face several times over. "Oh my god! Oh my god, that fart!!!! Oh my god!" She laughed and stood up, her pants came up next and then she left the room, shutting the lid on top of my face. "No! Leave it open, oh my god!!!" Keep in mind that I've eaten some of the foulest shit, and I was begging, BEGGING, for her to let the stink in my little box end. I remained with her fart all around my face, coughing and choking on her stinky, smelly gas. Monica opened the top, fuming. "Did you tell her to stop farting in your face?" "Technically, no. Her fart was done." "Well then you fucking THANK her for farting in your face. You're her toilet, and you should be grateful that she's using you the way the universe intended you to be used." "Monica, baby, I can't-" "You can and you will. We agreed to this. We both did." "Did you..." I stammered, "Did you know she would be this bad?" Monica had a wry smile slip across her lips, "I was in the bathroom one day at work and smelled her. It's taken me literally 3 months to have her work up the courage to do this." I felt awful knowing that Kaelyn had probably been very nervous and I embarrassed her (though she WAS farting in my face, so who should be the embarrassed one), "I don't know that I can do it, Monica... It's... It's so fucking bad... I don't think I want to eat her shit." "But I want you to eat her shit." "I can't, Monica. Please, please don't make me. That was the worst fart I've ever smelled, and her shit... Her shit can only be worse." "Her shit WILL be worse, but you're going to eat it all the same. No safe word, remember? You agreed to this. You made your choice." "But Monica... This is too much. It's... If she shits in my mouth..." "If she shits in your mouth, you'll thank her for the opportunity." "Monica... Please don't make me serve as her toilet..." Monica said nothing for a minute and walked out of the room. They were right at the door and I heard her and Kaelyn talking. Kaelyn sounded really hurt and sad. "He really hated my fart. It was just a little one, too." A LITTLE ONE?!?!?! "It's ok, Kae. He wants it, I promise you. He wants you to shit in his mouth." "How could he want that? He couldn't handle a teeny little fart..." TEENY?! LITTLE?! What was she talking about?!?!?! It was without a doubt the actual longest fart I've ever had blown in my face. It was insane the way she was talking. Monica replied, "Don't worry about him, Kae. He doesn't have a choice anyways. Well, he had a choice, but he made it, right? He got in that toilet box. He CHOSE to be your toilet when he crawled in there, right? So go in there and shit in his mouth. Take your proper place above him. And if he regrets it, so what. He made that choice already. HE CHOSE to eat YOUR shit." "He did, didn't he?" "That's right." "Wait... Does he really want to eat my shit." "Does it matter, Kaelyn," Monica said. Silence for a beat, and then, "No... It doesn't matter, does it? He's my toilet. I'm going to go make him eat my shit whether he wants it or not!" The lid lifted above me and the light burned my eyes. Most of the light faded when Kaelyn sat down above me again, only the light from the plexiglass allowed me to inspect my user's asshole above. I could see the wrinkles around her asshole. The puckering in and out and in and out as she got ready to defecate in my mouth, "whether he likes it or not." Kaelyn started another fart, this one much shorter at about 30 seconds (Monica timed it), so still an insanely long fart. It did not smell any better than her previous blast of hot, fetid fart air. plurrrrrrrrrpllllLLLLBBBBSSSTTTTTRRRRRRSSSSSSMMPPLBTPLBTPLBTHHHhhhssssssssurrrrrrUUUUMPHSPLAT The splat at the end shot something of a mix of shit and slime and slapped me right in the middle of my throat. I had my mouth open, but she missed her target on the first blast... Maybe I'd get lucky? With the first turd out, her anus opened and pushed out a massive wave of light brown turds. With each one, the stink in my little world got worse. The first turd was small and slammed against the back of my throat. I could literally feel her shit stuck on my uvula. I gagged, but she continued. When I looked up, I just saw what was essentially a continuous line of shit broken up. They were various in length, but uniform in width. Her shit kept coming, over and over. It was probably a 4 foot long turd rope that broke up in bits of 4 inch, 3 inch, and 5 inch turds. They fell into my mouth, but also all over my face and most of it fell to the floor. The pile of shit built up and crested outside of my mouth, some of it falling under my nose. The smell, no! THE STENCH!!! Oh god, it's still in my nose days later. It smelled like she ate fast food and finished it all off with a beer. She didn't speak, didn't move, but in about 30 seconds she dumped a huge load of manure of her own making right onto my face. "-eese... -op.. -uh can -ake -o -ohhh," I was trying to say 'please stop. I can't take any more", but nothing escaped through the muffled pleas as her shit seemed to form into a consolidated pile over my nose and into my mouth. Kaelyn knew what I said, but she simply responded with a second wave of dung, the same exact consistency and stink from before. The only difference was this was a single turd that remained together. About two feet of her shit coiled and coiled, its warmth on my cheeks. I started crying because my fucking god, I'd never smelled ANYTHING like this. And it was literally in my mouth, under my nose. I did as good as I could do, and with my right eye covered in her shit, I could only open my left one as she wiped. She was done... She flung the paper in the other toilet and I heard her come back to look down. "Will he eat my shit," Kaelyn asked, full of a pride you only get from proving how much better you are than someone else. "-eese... oo...", I was saying, 'Please, no." Monica didn't fucking care, "He will absolutely eat all of your shit. Would you like to watch?" "I would," said Kaelyn, smiling down into my only open eye. I made it through three gulps of her shit when Kaelyn couldn't take the stink of her own bowel movement and left the room. "God damn! That stinks too much! Let's get out of here," said Kaelyn. "Then imagine what he's going through! YOU did that, Kaelyn! YOU made him YOUR toilet! That's what he is." Monica came in and recorded me eating as much of Kaelyn's shit as I could. There was just simply too much for that stink to get down. I ate a fair amount before getting sick and losing even more of it. Monica told me to clean up and shower so we could make love with the thought still fresh in our minds. Kaelyn and Monica talked more before Monica let me free. Monica would later reveal that she was very happy I was unwilling and wanted it to stop. She'd never had me do that before and it really was an intense experience. My face is still on fire, but I know that if I ever have the question asked about safe word, I'll be making 100% sure that I have one. |
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